by R. C. Curtis
He took that better than I expected.
“You’re OK with that?” he asked.
“It’s complicated,” I replied. “It’s the price of admission, you know what I mean?”
He seemed to. “You guys do this a lot?”
I took a sip. “Seems like it, tonight anyway.”
He took a moment to phrase his next question. “So, think I could have her number?”
I took a bigger sip. “She’ll be down soon. Maybe you should ask her yourself.”
He accepted that.
An hour passed.
I wondered what they were doing up there. I settled my tab, and walked to the elevator. I reached the twenty second floor, and walked down the hall, expecting to see Kelly pop out at any moment.
She didn’t of course.
I got to their room. I stood there for a moment, then leaned against the door and listened.
I could hear Kelly moaning.
I straightened up, and went back down to the bar, and opened a new tab.
Forty minutes later the bar phone rang. The bartender answered it, then handed the phone to me. “Someone named Kelly,” he said.
I answered it.
“Oh baby it’s me,” said Kelly.
“What’s up angel?” I asked.
“I’m having the most fun,” said Kelly. “Can I stay longer?” She sounded excited, energetic.
I was hesitant. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” The bartender was listening. I immediately regretted my choice of words.
Kelly giggled. “No. Otherwise I’d be down there.”
“OK,” I said. “Well…how much longer.”
Kelly was quiet, then came back. “He says he wants me all night. Is that OK?”
“I don’t know,” I began.
“Oh please please please,” begged Kelly. “I’ll fuck you so hard tomorrow. I’ll be amazing for you. I’ll let you do any weird shit to me you want.”
“I already do weird shit to you,” I said. Once again, regretting those words as soon as I’d said them.
“Please?” said Kelly.
“OK,” I said. “Call me in the morning when you want to come home.”
She hung up and I gave the bartender back the phone.
He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“Looks like it’s gonna be a sleepover,” I said.
So Hungry
Kelly called around eight the next morning. I drove down to the hotel. She waited in the lobby and when she saw me pull up she came bounding out to the car with a big smile and climbed in. She looked great, and settled into the seat beside me, smoothing her short dress over those perfect thighs and buckling in.
She turned those big soft blue eyes on me and announced “From now on, I’m only fucking old black guys.”
“What about me?”
“And you.” She added. She slid a hand over my thigh and rubbed my cock. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
I laughed, “Not right here.”
“But soon, right?” she said urgently. “Let’s go somewhere quick.”
My cock had been agitated all night, although it had gone dormant on the drive down. Kelly was waking it quickly.
“OK,” I said.
I pulled back out onto the road. “So how did it go?” I asked her, already kind of knowing the answer, but wanting to let her start telling me about it.
“Well,” said Kelly dramatically. “Remember how he said he wouldn’t stick the whole thing in me?”
“Yes.”
“He stuck the whole thing in me.”
She grinned. “I was ready for it though. In fact I asked him to.”
“Did you?”
She brushed back her hair. “I figured I could handle it. And I thought he’d like it.”
“I bet he did.”
“He did. A lot,” she answered. She was looking out the window. “How about right down there?”
I’d already gone by it.
“How about the zoo?” said Kelly. “It’s not open yet.”
The zoo was only a couple of minutes away. Kelly unzipped me, and started to suck on my cock as I drove. I got there as quickly as possible, finding a spot to park in the mostly deserted lot, at the other end from where the surfers park, as her blonde head bobbed up and down in my lap.
“We’re there,” I said.
Kelly sat up, wiping her mouth. “Good,” she said, and pulled her dress up over her head and off.
She climbed onto my lap, her ass against the steering wheel. “I like fucking like this,” she said.
“Anybody can see you,” I pointed out.
“I don’t care,” said Kelly, her hand holding my cock and bringing it to her pussy. She sank down on me effortlessly.
“Wow,” I said. “You’re ready.”
Kelly nodded. “I’m crazy horny. Plus there’s probably a lot of cum in there still.” She wriggled on my lap.
We found a slow rhythm. I had to restrain myself, I wanted to come in her immediately. I worked to make it last.
Kelly fell silent, her hips churning in my lap. I could feel her intensity, her need.
“Did you not get enough?” I half taunted her.
“Never enough,” she said, her voice tight. She moaned a little and squirmed with my cock full length inside her.
“I thought you would have fucked half the night,” I said, thrusting slowly up into her. “Did you wear him out?”
Kelly shook her head. “No. We fucked all night.”
“You didn’t sleep?”
“No. Just fucked.”
“You aren’t tired?”
“No,” said Kelly. She was starting to move more urgently. “We did coke.”
“Kelly, you shouldn’t.”
“I know,” she said.
Her hands clenched on my shoulder, and suddenly she shook, silent. She just shook, not saying a word. I held her.
I held her for several long moments as she came, her pussy clamping around my cock. At last she relaxed, and took a deep breath. “Oh I needed that,” she smiled.
“I still need it.”
“How fast can you come?” asked Kelly. A car with a surfboard on top drove by, heading to the other end of the lot.
“Pretty fast,” I said, moving my hips under her again.
She hugged herself and lifted her breasts up with her forearms. “Do you like my naughty tits?” she teased.
I sped up my pace. She pressed her breasts into my face. “Baby he fucked me so deep,” she murmured, half taunting me, half fondly remembering.
“Yes?” I blurted, close to the edge now.
She nodded. “I could have fucked that big cock forever,” she whispered, and with that shameless confession I shuddered, and shot a night’s frustration into her sweet wanton little pussy.
Breakfast
Kelly was hungry so I took her to a nearby diner. We sat in a circular booth, but a big one, and we had it all to ourselves. Kelly snuggled up close to me and started telling me all about her night.
Two things stood out for her, much of the rest of it was a haze of fucking and pulsing pleasure from her pussy. First, she had done coke for the first time, and found that it made her excited, horny, adventurous and full of happy energy. Really, all traits Kelly already has, just more so. And second, she’s had a new orgasm. A new kind of orgasm.
This intrigued me.
Kelly described it. “I’d already come a bunch of times, and I was feeling really good, and he was getting a bit rough with me, but that was okay. It was actually kind of hot really.”
“How rough?”
“Oh, you know, he slapped me a few times, threw me around the bed, smacked my ass. Stuff like that.”
“He slapped you?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“And you were okay with that?”
Kelly pulled in closer. “It was hot when he did it. I don’t want people to slap me, but he slapped me and made me do stuff.”
“Oh, you know, put my
hands over my head, push my tits together. If I didn’t do it fast enough he would slap me.”
“And that was sexy.”
“It was sexy last night. I don’t know if it’s going to always be sexy. The slapping anyway. The spanking was pretty cool.”
“He spanked you?”
Kelly took a drink of her orange juice. “Yes. He spanked me a bunch of different times.”
“How did you feel?”
“Like a naughty little girl, being bad and getting caught.”
I thought about that. “You like that. You like getting caught.”
“I like almost getting caught,” said Kelly. “Just almost.”
“Anyhow,” she continued, “he was slapping me and stuff and it hurt but not a bad hurt and I thought maybe his cock all the way in wouldn’t be a bad hurt either, so I told him to stick it in me.”
“Just like that?”
“Oh.” Kelly got quiet. “Not exactly.”
“What did you say?”
“Let me think.” She was still for a moment. She glanced around. “I kinda taunted him. I think I said he wasn’t man enough to sink his cock all the way into me.”
“And?”
Kelly took another sip. “He was man enough.”
“How was it?”
She leaned in, her head on my shoulder. “It hurt at first. Uncomfortable, but I could stand it. He could see he was hurting me, and that made him fuck me even harder.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, but I figured he looked so excited when he knew his cock was hurting me that he would come right away but he didn’t. He kept fucking me, and the hurt went away and suddenly it started feeling incredibly good.”
“How good?”
“I don’t know, this was a new good. My clit wasn’t really doing anything, but I felt something way inside. I started getting very excited.” Kelly stopped for a moment. “When Sefa fucked me I think I had a little of this, I just didn’t recognize it. My clit was pretty ready to go that night with Sefa too.”
“It was,” I agreed.
“Anyway, this big cock of his was jamming something way in deep, and then I had the most intense, powerful orgasm. I mean wow. Just crazy good.”
“Wow.”
“I mean, just for the sensation, easily the best orgasm of my life.”
She rubbed my leg. “Coming with you are the best orgasms I have, but sometimes with other guys I have ones that are physically more intense.”
“You mean better?”
Kelly shrugged. “Well, yes. Better.”
I wasn’t sure I liked Kelly confirming what I had already guessed, that she has better orgasms sometimes with other guys. “Angel,” I said. “Are you unhappy with how I fuck you?”
“No, no.” said Kelly. “It’s just different. I love how you fuck me. But you know me, I just like to have it all.”
“You do.”
“And I have it all. The best guy. The best sex. And I get to play with different people, because my boyfriend is awesome.”
“That’s sweet.”
The waitress brought breakfast. Part way through eating, Kelly mentioned that Louis wanted to see her again that night.
“I told him I wouldn’t go there without you,” she said. “I liked it when you were there last night.”
“You did?”
“I did. When you were gone I kept thinking about you.”
I smiled. “Except when you were coming.”
“Sometimes even then,” said Kelly.
I take what fidelity I can from Kelly. I was happy enough with that. “So what did he say?”
“He said he was going to have a treat for me. And he would get one for you too.”
“What kind of a treat?”
“I don’t know.” said Kelly. “He wouldn’t say, but he seemed to think we’d both be happy.”
I couldn’t imagine what it was.
“So I told him we would go.”
“Thanks for asking.”
Kelly gave me a playful shove. “C’mon you, I’m not going anywhere without you. You should be happy.”
“Let’s get this straight,” I said. “You arranged for me to spend a night watching you fuck. And I’m supposed to be happy?”
Kelly put a finger to my lips to silence me. “I like feeling you want me,” she said. “I like looking over and seeing you want me.”
Kelly brought her face close to mine. “I like fucking, and I like looking over and seeing how much you want to put your cock in me.”
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I like coming, and knowing how much you want to come in me.”
She was making me hard.
She sat up brightly. “OK,” she said, as the waitress brought the check. “If I’m going to be up all night fucking, you need to take me home so I can sleep!”
Slut. Slut slut slut slut slut.
Kelly was awake again by mid-afternoon, and wanted me to take her shopping. “I want to wear something sexy tonight,” she said. “I wasn’t dressed very sexy last night.”
“Angel, you wore a mini dress with nothing on underneath. You were mind blowing.”
“Thanks,” she said. “You’re sweet. But I want to be, you know, more intense. I want to be, I don’t know, unforgettable.”
“You already are.”
Kelly sighed. “Can’t you just come get me?”
I went and got her.
We went to several stores looking for outfits. We found a nice full length dress that showed spectacular cleavage, but Kelly said it wasn’t right. She tried on a backless dress, but didn’t like that either. We found a great see-through shirt that Kelly considered, but finally decided against.
“These are all too nice,” said Kelly. “I don’t think Louis is looking for nice.”
“I like them,” I said.
“When it’s your turn, I’ll get one for you,” said Kelly. “What I need is something, I don’t know, slutty.”
“You want something slutty?”
“Yeah.”
Kelly usually wore a bikini top and a sarong, so exposure wasn’t the look she wanted. She wanted clothes that said “fuck me.”
“Louis likes young pretty slutty girls,” said Kelly. “This stuff we’ve looked at isn’t slutty, it’s just sexy.”
“An important distinction,” I teased her. “If he likes slutty young girls, why not just go with a schoolgirl outfit?”
Kelly’s eyes went wide. “Perfect!”
Kelly already had a white shirt, so we went looking for and found a decent plaid skirt for her, some white fishnet stockings, and a pair of heels. She tried some four inches heels, but reluctantly put them back. “I could never walk anywhere in these,” she said. I was even sadder. She looked stunning in the heels, but we eventually found a three inch pair with a playful buckle on the front that she liked.
“Now I need a bra,” she said.
“I don’t think that’s true.” I answered.
“You’ll see,” said Kelly.
Kelly had a look in mind. We found this very cute push-up demi-bra in a lingerie store. It cupped and displayed her breasts perfectly, so Kelly picked one a size smaller. It barely contained her breasts, as they bulged up and out of the too small cups. If she moved too quickly, one breast or the other, and sometimes both, would pop out.
“Perfect,” said Kelly.
I took her home to piece together the entire outfit. Her mother was at work.
The top half worked perfectly. Kelly didn’t button the shirt, just loosely knotted it, exposing most of the bra. She had little heart earrings in each ear. She had to keep tucking her breasts back into the bra. She looked adorably cute, and drop dead trashy.
The skirt she wasn’t as happy with. “It’s too long,” said Kelly. “I don’t have a way to hem it.” She thought about it for a bit, then got out the shears. She had me put my finger on a spot on the skirt, then she carefully cut off the extraneous fabric, and tried it on again. “That’s pe
rfect,” she said. Then she tried the shoes on.
“Oh,” she said. “Now the skirt’s a little shorter than I expected.” She wasn’t too concerned, so she tried walking in the shoes.
“Wow,” I said.
“What?”
“I can see half your ass with every step you take.”
“What?” exclaimed Kelly. She stood in front of the mirror, then walked away from it, checking out her ass. “It’s not too bad,” said Kelly.
“Not from your angle. Anybody watching from twenty feet away is going to have a happy evening.”
Kelly pouted. “It’s too late now,” she said. “You’ll just have to walk close behind me.”
The final effect, with the entire ensemble pulled together, was undeniably slutty.
Kelly started having second thoughts, but she was out of time, and we headed out to the hotel.
This was weird for me. Kelly was excited, and anticipating the fun of the evening, but this was the first time I had ever driven Kelly anywhere for the express purpose of letting her fuck someone else. I know she’s fucked people when I am around, but for the first time I was complicit in it.
I teased her in the parking lot by refusing to walk behind her. She was pretty self-conscious about how short that skirt was. There wasn’t anyone around, but I was having fun. She’d beg me to give her some cover, and I would, then move away again.
“Baby please,” she said.
I smiled. “What kind of slut gets self-conscious about a short skirt?” I said. “You want to look like a slut, then own your look.”
I could see Kelly set her jaw. It took a moment. “OK,” she said. “You’re right. If I’m going to do this, I’ll do it right.”
She turned and started walking, tall and proud, hips swinging seductively, towards the front of the hotel. I hurried to catch up. Damn. Half of that cute ass was peeking out with each step. I walked beside her, then stepped behind her anytime anyone came into view.
As we passed the bar, I mentioned that the bartender had asked me for her number.
“Really?” said Kelly. “Was he cute?”
I didn’t know. “Maybe. He was pretty confident.”
“I like confident,” said Kelly.
“I thought you were just going to fuck old black guys from now on?” I pointed out.
“Never hurts to have a plan B,” teased Kelly.